New England bygones . es andthe inturning of the out-of-doors life. It was a simple, sweetlife. Memories of winter evenings spent at my grandfatherscome bac-k to me. Thev Ijring to me the glorv of age, thesimplest forms of domestic life, and the beauty of winter land-scapes. They give to me a perfect fireside picture in a quaintly- AFTER THE SUMMER. 229 furnished room, in the chimney-corner of which sits an old manwith flowing white hair, a beautiful old man. Outside, to thefar-away horizon, stretches the undulating, snow-covered land-scape, on which, in gray outline upon a white ground, one s
New England bygones . es andthe inturning of the out-of-doors life. It was a simple, sweetlife. Memories of winter evenings spent at my grandfatherscome bac-k to me. Thev Ijring to me the glorv of age, thesimplest forms of domestic life, and the beauty of winter land-scapes. They give to me a perfect fireside picture in a quaintly- AFTER THE SUMMER. 229 furnished room, in the chimney-corner of which sits an old manwith flowing white hair, a beautiful old man. Outside, to thefar-away horizon, stretches the undulating, snow-covered land-scape, on which, in gray outline upon a white ground, one seesmany beautiful things wliicli were hidden by the verdure ofsummer; many shapes which have been revealed by the dvingof leaves and grass. Skeleton trees and bushes and nakedwoods seem to be thrust out in aerial mezzotint—soft, gray, andshadowy. The piercing firelight streams through the windows,and stretches out and joins hands with the moonbeams, and goesdancing over and pasture, even to the far-olf
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